January 1st, 2004

Dear diary,

Today while my sisters were out with Wyatt, I went demon hunting by myself. I cornered this one weakling, binded his powers with a spell I created, and orbed him to the tower of London. Gotta love time zones. Since we're 5 hours behind, it was closed, so it was there, free for me to use as I pleased.

The chains were rusted from the medieval times, blood stains were all over the walls and I swear I heard voices of people being tortured. Not that I minded, I mean I was about to do the same myself. This poor cat was struggling to get away from me, too bad I had him tied up since he passed out when I binded his powers.

My favorite device was there. The rack. I tied the poor bastard to it, a billion thoughts were running through my mind, I needed to see him suffer. He had already killed…Actually I don't know if he had killed or not. Oh well! What do I care? You know?

So there he was, with his limbs stretched out, his stomach exposed and the most frightened look upon his face. He was not yet begging that I have mercy on him, but I knew he would soon. They all do. I was also silent during the whole time. Why waste my speech when the silence was as frightening as my words would be?

I slowly started to spin the wheel, each millimeter giving him the sensation that his limbs were being torn from his body, literally. He no longer could keep silent, he yelled for help, the pain getting more and more excruciating. Well, I wasn't gonna let him die that easily, was I? Just as his spine was about to break, I stopped the wheel. He begged for mercy. I smirked at him, and said that mercy were only for the ones with a heart. I pulled out my dagger and slowly cut his chest open, I was amazed that he was still conscious after all the pain, he watched me insert my hand in his chest and hold his heart, he looked at me and then I squeezed his heart. I watched as his eye vessels filled with blood, his heart still trying to beat in my hand, sheesh, he was a strong one. Really wanted to live. Eventually he gave in, and died. Heh, left his body where his buddies could find it, as a warning that they're next.

Well my sisters are here, it looks like they're gonna be around the whole day tomorrow. I guess it's time to go "look for a job", and come home with nothing, because "oh they already found someone else for that job. I'll look again tomorrow."

Goodnight.